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And in the ears of the woman through all the night beat the thunderous music of a horse's hoofs spurning the desert sand. Mademoiselle had taken her place in the vision which she no longer saw." My companion paused. His pipe had gone out. He did not relight it, but sat looking at me in silence. "The Spahi?" I asked. "Had claimed the giver of the roses." "And Tahar?"
Tahar was a sharp, intelligent fellow, spoke a little Arabic, and had often asked Major Denham many questions about his country, and his sultan or king, but on this day he was more inquisitive than usual. "Rais Khaleel," said he, "what would your sultan do to Min Ali, if he was to go to England? Would he kill me, or would he keep me there a prisoner? I should like to be there for about a month."
It could never happen with an Arab woman if she were respectable. And even though my mother's sister was Spanish and a Christian, my father offered her and her boy a home. Already his own sister, Aunt Mabrouka, had come to stay with us, and had brought her son Tahar.
Her majesty must be now upwards of thirty years of age. She has been twice married. Her first husband was a son of the old King of Tahar, an island about one hundred miles from Tahiti. This proving an unhappy alliance, the pair were soon afterwards divorced. The present husband of the queen is a chief of Imeeo. The reputation of Pomaree is not what it ought to be.
"'But, mademoiselle said impatiently, 'there's nothing at all now only sand. "'Mademoiselle dreams, said Tahar. 'The mirage is always there. "They rode forward. That night they camped near Sidi-Okba.
"As she cried out the mirage faded, the Arab vanished, the thud of the horse's hoofs died in her ears, and Tahar, the dragoman, glided round the tent, and stood before her. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight like ebon jewels. "'Hush! he whispered, 'mademoiselle sees the mirage? "Mademoiselle could not speak. She stared into the eyes of Tahar, and hers were dilated with wonder.
'Let her listen. "He watched her continually with his huge eyes, and she did not mind his glance, though she began to feel irritated and restless under the observation of her relations. "Towards noon Tahar again described mirage. As he pointed it out he stared fixedly at mademoiselle.
"Manöel wouldn't care much, either, except for that same reason," Max admitted. "But he does care for that. He intends only to surprise and stun Tahar. He doesn't want his life with Ourïeda spoiled, for he'll be a public character, you know, if he succeeds in escaping from Algeria. He'll be a great singer. He can take back his own name." "Why not France?" Sanda wanted to know.
As the caravan approached the beach he caught sight of an Arab, or one whom he thought was an Arab, and riding straight up to him, Owen asked: "Do you know Tahar?" "The hunter?" "Yes," and breathing a sigh, he said he had travelled hundreds of miles in search of him "and his eagles." "He left here two or three days ago for Ain Mahdy." "Left here! Good God!" and Owen threw up his arms.
Owen felt that the man was right, though he would not admit it; the camels themselves could hardly have been persuaded to undertake another day's march; his horse well, the vultures might have been tearing him if he had persevered, so instead of going off in one of his squibby little rages, which would have made him ridiculous, Owen suddenly grew sad and invited the hunter to drink with him, and it was arranged that as soon as the wind dropped the quest for Tahar should be pursued.
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